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2003-09-25 Hi again! If you hadn't noticed, I am traveling around the US and writing about it. I am looking for nice, fun people who can put me up for a few nights and feed me and pay my way (since I am broke) and show me a good time (since I like good times). If you think it might be fun to host me for a day or two or three, email me at justingrace AT mac DOT com with your info and address and phone number. I am especially looking for places to stay in the southern USA. I will be traveling all over, but here are the places I will be in the next few weeks that I am still looking for a place to stay at: US Tour Day 9: The Day I Officially Decided That Having A Job Totally Fucking Sucks, And I'm Not Kidding. Today I spent the day swimming and lounging around a pool in the hills above Los Angeles. I drank many margaritas and had great talks with some friends.
I called Hillary to see if she would keep me company. She said she was sick with some fever or something, and I of course started to speak with her as if she had cancer and was going to die immediately if not sooner. Whenever anyone is sick I do this—it's this little escalation game I play. It starts when a friend says something like, "Oh, I think I may have a little bit of a cold." Or, "So and so has been out sick with a sore throat." It's like there's this big pleasure sensation button in my head, all 1950's stylized and sexy with a flashing red light and polished, metal surroundings like you see in those neo–retro diners. And, each press of this space–age pleasure button sets off klaxons of perverse joy that shake the whole facility and vibrate through my marrow and out my finger and toetips. I push that little button like a boy who has just discovered that, contrary to what his mother says, his penis actually is a toy as I ask "How is your spinal meningitis?" or, "A lot of people die from that spinobifida, isn't that what you have?" or "It's too bad that you are dying of brain cancer. You are going to die." Ah, but Hillary was kind and warm and she even put up with my stupid misappropriation of language. She was very wonderful, and her fever didn't keep her from being willing to accompany me to a late dinner in Chinatown. I felt so much better to sit with her and talk and eat. I'm stoked on my new friend. This whole traveling around and meeting new people who are wonderful and warm and overflowing with love thing is really working out for me. I feel like I have so much more family than I knew. PREVIOUS ENTRY - NEXT ENTRY |